THE NEW YORKER "1 don't know yet," he said casually. But then he could not stop remembering how his broth- er had said so earnestly, "Please don't do it," and the voice al- most coaxing, the voice gentle and full of love. "She looks like a . .." He heard the voice still trying to finish that sentence. N O\ l there was not fear but dreadful uneasiness and then heavy deadness within him. "What did you think of Hel- en?" he asked. "I didn't like her," Mamie . d " h ' 1 0 I ." saI, s e s a Itt e snIp. "She was nice to you." "She was nice to me just as if I was her idea of a fallen wom- an." Then she added in a rage, "I'd like to wring her neck." "Maybe she didn't like you either," he said angrily. "I don't want her to." "She's nicer than anyone you'll ever meet," he said sharp- ly. This sharp hostility, rIsIng so quickly, startled them, but they welcomed it with eagerness. They wanted to hurt each other savagely, so they could pull against whatever was holding them together. They kept on hurting each other till she said quickly, "I'll not walk along here feeling you hate me. Don't come home with me. I'll go alone," and she pushed him away from her and hurried across the road. "Let her go if she feels that way," Karl thought. So he stood and watched her cross the street, watched the swaying of her hips, her legs moving, and the blonde hair at her neck. He al- most felt the firmness and warmth and roundness of her passing away from him. Then he darted after her and called out, "Mamie!" "Go away!" she called as she turn- . ed. Her face showed all that was breaking inside her. Her face, be- wildered and desolate, showed how well she knew they had rejected her. He watched her fading out of sight while he remembered all the happiness he had expected to have with her. He started to follow her slowly, feeling sure he was doing something irrevoc- able that could 'not be undone. But he only knew that he dared not let her get out of sIght. --MORLEY CALLAGHAN 25 '*' II 1 ! ! , I;: < = lj J j: g , i L i 1 ". "He wants to whisper son ethiJlg'.)) . . THE, R.ABBIT 5 CONQUER FEAR. i\ FTER the rabbits learned Eng- .r-l.. lish, one of them found a book of inspiring talks. He told sev- eral others about the things it said. They were deeply impressed. Soon the rabbits assembled by thousands, in Australia for instance, to listen to an evangelistic rabbit read from this stir- ring book. "Fear is your Greatest Enemy," he began, on Page 1. The rabbit audi- ence feU into utter silence when they heard that. It was true. This book, although written for l11en, evidently could also teach rabbits. They waited most anxiously to hear how they ought to fight fear. "\Vhat is Fear?" the preacher read. "Only a sort of Ghost. It is nothing. But it is no less terrible for all that. For think what it does! "It is this Ghost that knocks the cup of success from your lips just when you are about to drink. It is Fear that un-